Blurring the boundary

Francesca Woodman’s photographs are often noted for her consistently recognisable approach; often they are black and white, square images; depictions of herself as blurred in motion; her own body flexed, replicated or merging into her environment.  Consistency is perhaps not a word one might associate with a woman who reached a point in her young life beyond which she could not continue. Her story moves me. Continue reading “Blurring the boundary”